It's been six days since I have seen Vontez. Once we arrived back at the building, we decided to just distance ourselves for the moment. I'm older than him, but he could be a good friend to me through this experience. I can't help but to be nervous for him. There is no telling if there were cameras that saw the incident. Even then we weren't in the wrong. I haven't had the grace of seeing Isis either. I miss that woman...

It's new year's eve, and I'm super bored. I want to go out, but I don't want to go alone. Lamont may be out there. I'm sitting on my bed playing with my nails when someone knocks on my door. I get up, and answer the door. When I opened it, I was happy to see Vontez standing there.

"Vontez! Come in!" I say excitedly but he wasn't.

"Hey..." He says lowly, walking into the room.

He walks over to my bed, and takes a seat. I sit on the bed by my pillows, and wait for him to speak.

"How have you been?" He asks me.

"I been okay. I've been curious as to how you have been." I respond.

"I've been good. I was a little depressed at my behavior that day. I could have killed that man." He says, looking down at his hands.

"You didn't have to do that for me. I was fine." I lie.

"You weren't..." He looks up at me.

"You're right." I nod. "But I don't want to live in that moment you know?"

"Yeah..." He responds. "Remember you asked how I got here?"

"I do." I say, rubbing my eye.

He sighs heavily. "I got put out of my home. My mom died and my step dad got everything. We couldn't coexist, so I had to go."

"That's crazy."

"I'm an only child so I had nowhere to go. Daddy Mac found me and took me in. Not before breaking me in himself..."

"Wait..." I stop him. "Daddy Mac took your virginity?"

"Oh gosh no..." He chuckles. "I sucked his dick." He replies seriously.

I never really took him as that type. Well I don't know he has his way, but one thing I can say is he doesn't really scare me. Nonetheless this tea was too steamy. Ugh I'm so gay... I'm not flamboyant at all. I'm just me.

"Sooooooo is it big?" I ask, my curiosity at an all time high.

"Darrien!" He screams out laughing.

"I mean..." I laugh, looking around the room. "He is thugged out, and I'm curious."

"It's not big big. It just has a lot of girth..."

I roll my neck for him to explain more. "Girth?"

"Yeah. The girth." He says, connecting his index finger and thumb into a circle. "It's thick but like 7 inches."

"That's big to me." I laugh.

"Are you a virgin?" He asks and I immediately tense up.

"Yes..." I answer back quickly.

"How did you end up here?" He asks as the mood in the room turned back into seriousness.

I pause and stand up from the bed. I walk over to the window and look out. "I went through a lot to get to where I am now. I was used and taken advantage of by almost everyone. That, in turn, has left me insecure, self-conscious, and feeling like I'm not worth anything."

He gets up and walks over to the window next to me. "Why do you stay here? That's only gonna deepen the problem."

"I know that. I don't really care anymore at this point. I mean we both have our problems we're facing. I need the money, so I have decided to stay. I actually want to go to Little Dell's tonight." I answer in all honesty.

"You know this lifestyle is going to take you down some crazy roads? I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't warn you."

"I do but I want to do this." I respond and walk back to my bed.

"I won't argue with you about your choices. I'll look out for you the best way I can. Say, where are you from?" He says coming to stand near me.

"I'm from St.Louis." I lie.

"Oh. Did you hear about what's going on down there?" He asks referring to the killings.

"Yeah." I respond because of the various news reports I've seen on the situation. "It's sad that throughout all the adversity we've overcome people still have ignorance overshadowing them."

"True..." He trails off. "So what are you about to do?" He asks changing the subject.

"I'm about to take a shower, put on my clothes, and go to Little Dells. You want to come. I want to try to get a job there tonight?"

He looks at me hesitantly. "Can I even get in?" He asks.

"Isis showed me how to get in, so we should be fine." I look off over towards my bed. I walk over, and grab my bag from under it. I place my bag on the bed, and pull out my clothes.

"You never hung your clothes up?" He asks walking over, and picking up one of the outfits.

"Nope. Didn't feel like it." I answer honestly. "But I'll get to it eventually."

He nods and sits back on the opposite side of the bed.

"So who was that guy that you were flirting with at the store?" I ask.

He looks up at me. "You talking about when we went shopping?" He questions back.

"Yeah." I nod looking down, moving my clothes.

He smiles and looks away. "That was my ex from middle school. He was my first but after I came here Daddy Mac forbid me to see him."

"Why?" I ask.

"Something about mixing business with pleasure." He responds.

I look off into the distance. "That's dumb."

He stands up to stretch. "You're right but..." He shrugs. "What can you do?"

I shake my head at him. I walk over to the dresser and grab some underwear and my towel. "Well time for me to take a shower." I respond looking at him.

He nods and begins walking to the door. "I'll meet you downstairs after you're done."

"How will you know?" I ask walking over to the door, opening it.

He walks out, and I follow behind him.

"Because I'll be dressed waiting." He says

"That's fine." I respond, walking into the bathroom to shower.

---

After my shower, I went back to the room, and got dressed. I grab my jacket, and exit from the room to meet Vontez downstairs. I remember that I didn't out on any cologne or deodorant. That's a huge no no. I turn around, and speed walk back to my room. I burst inside, and pick up my deodorant, putting it on, and setting it down. I then squint my eyes to search around for my Calvin Klein cologne. I spot it under my bed, and I grab it. I pull the top off, and get a quick sniff of it. It smelt delicious. I spray it in the air, and walk through it. Job well done. I toss the bottle on the bed, and rush back out of the room.

I passed some whores coming down the stairs, and they were obviously with clients. I frown at the dispersion of sex and lust in the air. I spot Vontez near the door, and I walk near him.

"You ready?" I ask as I hear him.

"Bad news..." He looks at me frowning.

My heart stops for a second. "What?" I ask.

"Daddy Mac wants me out on the corner tonight. I pleaded with him, but he says I've been coming up short." He says.

"Man..." I groan. "Who's going to be there for me tonight?" I ask.

He shrugs. "I don't know. You'll get through it. This is what you wanted." He says looking up at me.

"I guess." I mumble looking off.

"Be safe..." He says, patting my shoulders.

We both walk outside of the building, and we part ways. I begin the walk towards Little Dells. The nightlife is packed with cars, and people walking to get to their New Year's Eve destinations. Shortly, I arrive upon Little Dells. As usual, the line was something serious. I walk through the same side door as I did with Isis. This time when I walk in the lights are already on. I glance around to see if anyone was here walking around. I notice a light on under one of the doors Isis and I passed. My curious piqued I had to open it. I open the door, and a gun is in my face.

I look up, and Daddy Mac is smiling down at me. "I see someone is going to learn how to knock." He says still holding the gun in my face.

I focus my eyes on the gun. "S-Sorry Daddy Mac. I didn't know any would be here."

He finally pulls the gun out of my face. "I forgive you." He chuckles and smirks. "Come..." He turns around and walks to sit in his desk. "Sit down." He directs me.

I sat down in the leather chair in front of him. He stares at me for a brief second before speaking. "You know what my favorite movie is?" He asks me.

"Is this a serious question?" I ask avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah." He says. He leans back and gets a toothpick, placing it on the side of his tongue.

"How High?" I hesitate.

He puckers out his lips. "No."

"I'm stumped." I respond clueless.

"Players club." He says. "The whole ideas is a good generalization of what I'm trying to build. Minus the fighting." He chuckles.

I remain quiet as he is talking.

"Why did you come here tonight?" He ask intertwining his fingers.

"I um..." I scratch the top of my head. "I want to work here."

"Do you!" He say with an amused expression.

"Yes." I respond nodding.

"That's a big responsibility. You know I'm not liable for anything that happens to you right?" He asks.

I nod once more.

"It also requires odd jobs to be done." He explains once more.

"I know. I'm used to it." I shrug looking off.

"Okay. We should be opening soon. Get to it." He stands up and walks towards the door.

I stand up as well, and walk over to the door. He opens the door, and I walk out. I turn around to thank him for the shot, but he has already closed the door. I sigh as I walk towards the door to get to the opposite side of the club. Once I approach the door, I open it, and cut through. This side if the building was live. The male strippers were chatting in the hallway, and strutting around. I looked around to see if I could find the dressing room. A stripper passed me, and started examining me.

"Hey you're the one who won that amateur contest." He says.

"That's me." I chuckle nervously.

"You're a natural. Why are you back here now though?" He asks.

"I need a job, and the owner told me to come get started." I shrug.

His eyes grew big with surprise. "Oh, well come on. I'll show you where to go."

We walk back towards a white door. He opens it, and the smell of cologne, must, sweat, and labor hit me all at once. I quickly rub my nose of the conflicting smells. All the strippers turned around to look at me and the other stripper.

"Guys this is..." He looks and me and leans over. "What's your name?"

"Darrien..." I whisper.

"Darrien here is going to be joining us by order of the boss." He tells them. They all start to mumble something, and turn back to getting prepared for their sets.

"Do you have any gear?" He asks and I shake my head.

"I thought it just involved you getting naked." I say knowledgeably.

"No..." He laughs. "You're funny. It's more than that. It's about your individuality and your sexuality."

"I don't feel much of that lately." I mumble.

"You're very cute so I don't see why." He says

I blush. "Thanks."

"Let's go to the share closet. That's where we all place outfits that we don't wear anymore." He looks at my hesitant expression. "Don't worry they're clean."

I nod my head and follow him over to the closet. We walk past all the strippers to hear towards the closet when I notice one stripped looking at me, mugging me. I notice it's the same boy who was with me on amateur night. The one who got mad, and walked off. Can't believe he has a job here now. He sucked. He opened the closet, and cuts the light on. I see all types of costumes. These costumes showed a lot of skin, and that's what I don't want

I turn to the male stripper. "I have a couple of marks I'd rather not show." I tell him honestly and he chuckles.

"We all do." He says, like it's funny but I don't laugh or crack a smile. "Oh you're serious?" He asks and I nod.

"I'm very sensitive about my marks. They're from a bad place in my life." I say and he nods.

"Okay. How's about you wear the police outfit, and just some underwear and your Jordans." He suggests.

"That sounds cool." I smile and he grabs the outfit, handing it to me.

I take the outfit from him and we walk over to another door which was the fitting room.

"You can get dressed in here since you like your privacy." He smiles and opens the door for me as I walk in.

I flick on the light once he closes the door, and it's nothing more than a closet space with a vanity mirror. I shrug at the adequate space, and take my clothes off.

---

After I get dressed, I come out of the room. All the strippers have left out except me and the loser boy. He looks back at me, and turns around to speak. "Why are you here?" He asks spitefully.

"To work." I say as a duh statement.

He begins to step towards me. "I don't like you. I'm gonna make sure I give you hell each and everyday. I don't know who you are but I'll find out." He says backing off, and exiting the room. Who the fuck is that dude?

I inhale and exhale my nervousness as I walk out of the dressing room. I peep my head out, and look around the half packed strip club. I put on my police hat, and walk from behind the curtains. The music is playing loudly, and strippers are already making their rounds. I'm walking when I get stopped by a patron.

"Hey." I jump slightly at his voice.

"Yes..." I answer holding my heart.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yes." I respond.

"Can you tell me the name of the song?" He asks.

"Red Nose by Sage The Gemini..." I yell to him over the music.

"That's wassup. You gone give me a dance to it?" He yells back in my ear.

I pull back and look at him. I thought I was only going to be on the pole. "Um, I don't know." I shake my head.

"Come on." He says pulling out a one hundred dollar bill.

He sits down, and pull me closer. I start to move back and forth slowly. I glance around at all of the other stripper gyrating and twerking. I however can't do any of those. He turns me around, and pulls me in his lap, and I tense up. We were in a ducked off section of the club, but we could still be seen from the face up. I feel his hardness under me, and my heart starts to beat fast.

"Relax for me." He whispers licking my earlobe.

I try to stand up but he pulls me back down, and pulls out a knife. My fear was on high alert. "Keep moving." He says harshly in my ear. I keep moving stiffly, and he pulls his penis out. "Lift up." He grunts in my ear still holding my waist. He pulls my underwear down slightly, and rubs something on me.

"Please...Ahhh" I scream out once his head penetrates me. I squeeze my eyes tightly at the searing pain rushing through me. Why does it always happen to me?

"You better not scream. Make it look like you're dancing." He says pushing the knife on my side slightly.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh." I groan out in pain with each pump.

"5, 4, 3, 2 ,1. HAPPY NEW YEARS!" The club roars out.

"Happy new years sexy." He moans in my ear with one last final thrust...